Ready?
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A'ight.
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Look here Niggas,
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Been a long time comin',
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No more talk.
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Fuck this intro shit!
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Start the music!
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This right here, yeah
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Where the fuck, Nigga
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Ain't never fuck niggas
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Tell em
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That don't wanna play this south shit
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OK
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ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi, North Carolina, Louisiana, Florida, Tennessee, Alabama
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My pistol's blarin' (What?)
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an' I'm not carin' (Tell 'em!)
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Because I'm ready for action!
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These niggas think I'm playin'
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My Tec-9 be sprayin' (What?)
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So partner tell me what's happenin'
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These streets is real
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These niggas can't steal (What?)
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For the jump out boys when they drive by
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So if you're ready for it
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Smoke dro for it (Tell 'em)
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An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'
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Adamsville, Watts, WestSide, Decatur
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What's up?
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Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL (Blahw)
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Catch a hot shell
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My niggas know (What?)
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Y'all some hoes
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If I see ya on the block nigga I'll let you know
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What's it gonna be (Tell 'im!)
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Tell me what you choose (Tell 'im!)
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I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose
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Chorus:
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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And lock and load my Calico
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And buck on dem niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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and lock and load my Calico
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And buck on dem niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Shawty ya knows about me (Tell 'em!)
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The streets is talkin' (What?)
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Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly
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They call me Crusher
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Tha Mutliator
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Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakers
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I got these hoods locked and load
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Just for killin'
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The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'
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We keep 'em bouncin' (What?)
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Ain't nuthin' changed nigga (What?)
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This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas
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Yes!
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On da fuck, nigga!(Blam)
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Surely it don't get no reala
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Chorus:
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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and lock and load my Calico
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And buck on them niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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and lock and load my Calico
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And buck on them niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Ain't mad is ya? (What?)
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Then bring the pain (C'mon!)
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'Cause muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed
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I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man (Tell 'em!)
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I'm still takin'
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An' stealin' lame
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An' scared to walk down your own block, man (What?)
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An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man
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It's time the new regiment to start man
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TI (Tell 'em!)
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Killa Mike, Pastor Troy (What?)
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David Banner (Tell 'em!)
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What's up boy (OK)
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It's time for us to show the really real
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This down south nigga is so trill
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I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill
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An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
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An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
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Chorus:
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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And lock and load my Calico
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And buck on them niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Don't know my enemies Yo!
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and lock and load my Calico
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And buck on them niggas
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So what the fuck!
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Lock And Load
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Bone Crusher |